Teacher you are phoenix
Master of mine … Get away from the howling of the forest, approach the fire of the fragile fire. Paradises and distant labyrinths hide your sobs, your desperate cries.
And in the fullness of the mysterious night, your white soul transmutes into immortal. In the depth of the abyss the fallen angels cry, pouring cascades of black water towards the magical spring.
You are immortal soul, in the sublime universal consciousness. You are wild beast, tiger that tears the petals of my flowery rose. You are lotus flower, nectar in the garden of Eden. Eden of my sorry heart … You are red moon and wind of my promised heart.
You are the torch that burns and ignites my frail senses. Hidden and forbidden feelings. Sense and sensitivity are fantasies of metal, in your immortal and immortal soul.
You are a phoenix that unfolds its captive wings, like the blades of old mills. And with them, you caress with deep love the wind of the southern desert. Warm wind, which rocks in my arms my sweetest captive senses. Captive is your heart, in this immense desert. Quiet your soul is in my beautiful universe.
Master, you are phoenix! Master, you are at last an immortal soul!
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